White Collar Tales Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
NOTE: The following contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. If such material offends you or is inappropriate for your age, do not read further.
I've been feeling there aren't enough good stories (hell, not enough stories period) out there about white collar men. So I decided to start a series of stories featuring hunks in suits and ties getting their rocks off. Should be a range or story types, with some shorter pieces as well as longer ones. I've also set up a new Yahoo group dedicated to white collar guys: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/whitecollarmen/. Comments or story suggestions to billdrake@hotmail.com.
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White Collar Tales #3 Senator's Aide
Mike Henderson was about as naïve and wide-eyed a young man as they come. He arrived in the imposing neo-classical building twenty minutes early. Enough time for a shoe shine he thought as he plopped his shiny black oxford on top of the shoeshine's stand. He marveled at how the brand new sheen on the leather made his interview suit complete. His father had told him to go conservative: this was Washington after all. So there he stood in the white marble lobby, looking sharp in his navy blue suit, crisp white shirt and powder-blue tie. A career in politics had been Mike's dream since he was a kid and now he felt closer than ever to his lifelong goal.
In the suite to Senator Jeffrey Packard's office, the twentysomething secretary greeted him and, after getting from the nervous college grad that he was there to interview for the aide position, instructed him to wait. Shortly, a tall, dark, handsome man in his early 30s opened the door and approached Henderson.
"Richard Bowman," he announced holding out his hand to the immediately standing Mike. "I'm Senator Packard's senior political advisor and general right hand man."
"Pleased to meet you, sir." Bowman's professional demeanor and baritone confidence impressed Mike tremendously. He felt even more awkward next to the man, who was now flipping through his resume.
"I see here that you went to UVA. Just graduated in the spring, is it?"
"Yes sir."
"Let's see...." Mr. Bowman said, looking down at his file, "Majored poli-sci and history, great GPA, active in your fraternity, involved in service organizations, student government. Good resume you have Mr. Henderson."
"Thank you, sir," Mike said with as calm a manner as possible. He'd partied like hell for four years of college, but made sure to study and keep his grades up and to pad his resume whenever possible. Now he was glad he had. The recent grad still had to study to bring those LSAT scores up before applying to law school, but in the meantime would intern as a congressional or senatorial aide and live with his parents in the Northern Virginia suburbs.
Mr. Bowman paused a second and looked up from the paper, examining Mike from head to toe with his discerning gaze. If the young man hadn't played varsity athletics, he sure as hell had excelled at intramural sports, he reasoned. The ex-frat boy was about 6'1", sturdily built but not too much muscle and no trace of the spring-break beer belly that other applicants his age tended to have. The interviewer felt his pulse quicken and this cock start to grow turgid in his Italian wool suitpants. He had to keep his mind on business, he reminded himself.
"Before we go on, Mr. Henderson, let me be honest with you. This job is demanding. It doesn't pay - as I'm sure you know - but sometimes the hours are long. It'll probably be one of the most demanding jobs you'll ever take, but if you're up for the challenge you'll learn a lot. Understand?"
"Yessir," the boy replied with a slight Southern lilt. "I'm eager for a challenge and want to learn the ropes. I know I have to start at the bottom and do whatever it takes."
Bowman paused, then smiled. "Fine, fine. I believe you do. For the first six months you might not have time for much life outside of this office - whether it's dating or leisure time. But you'll find that everyone in this office are a great bunch of people and can be your family away from home while you're with us... So... if you're interested in the job, despite the demands, I can introduce you to the Senator, who will interview you himself."
Mike's blue eyes beamed and he felt the short sandy blonde hair stand on end, he was so excited. He barely croaked out an affirmative answer, then watched as Rich Bowman went in through the door to the Senator's office.
Senator Packard looked up from the latest executive summary he was perusing. This end of session legislation was going to be the death of him. At least the next half hour would be a welcome break in the drudgery.
"Senator, sir? I have a Mr. Michael Henderson to see you. Very promising candidate."
"Henderson," Packard said more to himself than to Bowman. "How does he strike you, Rich? You know I trust your judgment."
The two men locked eyes in conspiracy. There had been too much history between them, and too much desire for each other to keep everything professional, try as they did. "How does he strike me? Young, dumb, and full of cum, sir," Bowman grinned.
The Senator laughed. "Just my type. Send him in."
"Right away."
Jeff Packard, an imposing presence of a man, was 44 years old, still in fine shape, and looked especially distinguished with his tailored pinstripe suit, his wire-rim reading glasses and salt-and-pepper hair. He pushed his chair back from his desk and leaned back as Mike walked in. He gripped the gorgeous young man's hand in a firm, jocular grip. "Jeff Packard, pleased to meet you."
"Mike Henderson. I'm honored, sir. Thanks for taking the time out of your schedule." Mike couldn't help but notice that a very thick erection was riding up toward the right pocket of the senator's suit trousers. Oh well, he thought, it's gotta be tough putting in the hours he does, I'm sure I'd get horny now and then, too.
The interview lasted only about fifteen minutes, but the senator seemed pleased with the eagerness of the fresh-faced kid.
"The job's just about yours, Mike. One question, though... Why are you wearing a Republican tie? You know I'm a Democrat."
Mike felt as if the floor were dropping out from beneath him. He'd thought about every detail seemingly except that one. Now he might lose his dream intern job because of a stupid mistake. "Sorry, senator," he stammered, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just borrowed one from my dad."
The senator broke into a comforting paternal smile. "Don't worry, Mike. I was just wondering." His throat caught in lust as he took in just how muscular and sexy his new intern was. The senator was a looker himself, but Henderson was the essence of young masculinity at its prime. "I have a whole closetful of ties, let me get one for you."
Mike was amazed at the orderly array of seemingly interchangeable suits, shirts and ties that filled the politician's office closet. Sen. Packard pulled out a red and blue striped neckwear and walked over to where Mike was standing, nervous and reverent.
Mike gulped as he could feel his new boss standing inches away from his own body. Even in the air conditioning and the layers of power suit, he could feel the heat radiating from his chest, feel it emanating from the senator as well. Slowly, the older man's finger hooked under the four-in-hand knot resting below Mike's adam's apple. Expertly, it loosened the knot and slipped off the silk cravat.
"No need to wear your father's ties, is there now? You're your own man now," the senator cooed in a low whisper.
"No, sir."
The hardon that had been jutting up the whole interview now jabbed repeatedly into Mike's firm abdomen as the senator slipped his tie around the stud intern's neck. He felt all hot inside as Jeff began to gingerly tie the striped tie around his neck, giving it a proper half-windsor. The man's eyes were boring into his and the two were close enough so that Mike could smell the senator's musk cologne. The intern-for-hire was throwing wood now, it prodded up proud and high in his interview suit. He wasn't as thick as the senator, but his cock was nearly as long. The man's expert hand were making the final adjustments tightening the knot of the tie. Packard grinned as he felt Mike's erection pressing insistently against his own. Yeah, the boy was surely drunk on the power of the office by now.
"There, you're one of us now," the politician muttered. Their faces were now millimeters apart. Noses touched first, then the experienced man's lips brushed over and across the frat boy's perfect, full mouth. He backed away ever so slightly, breathed over the hypnotized young man's face and corded neck, then inched forth again. His round tongue jutted forth and parted the two lips, rewarding Packard with the moist warmth of the young stud's mouth.
The two men - boss and employee - made out in the middle of the office long enough for Mike to explore every inch of shirt-covered muscle underneath the senator's suit coat and for Jeff Packard to unzip and pull out an insistent erect cock.
Mike was aghast when he finally saw the senator's mighty manrammer in full flesh. It was huge, thick, python of a cock, with a helmet head and a meaty heft. For a forty-four year old man, the steel hardness of the erection suggested a teenager in heat. Then again, Mike Henderson was the senator's type to the T.
"Suck me," the man ordered, and Mike complied, kneeling down on the lush carpeted floor in his suit and attacking the enraged staff with his tongue. This was intense, he'd fooled around with a couple of his frat buddies, but nothing compared to the unadulterated heat of sex like this. Here was one of the most accomplished and powerful men in the country, erect out of desire for him, Mike Henderson. The thick-built intern sucked in air and then dove on the hard rod, taking as much as he could down his tight, wet gullet.
"Yeah, fucker, eat that cock... I like a boy who's quick to learn his duties around here... Oooh, yeah, you like the thought, dontcha Henderson, I can tell, you're sucking me harder now. Don't worry baby...Packard's gonna be giving you more meat than you can handle. There, nice and deep face fuck."
Sen. Packard held on tight as his hips now rocked in a mechanical motion, stretching out Mike's throat even more on each inward fuckthrust. Mike gripped the senator's powerful asscheeks through the pinstripe trousers and held on for dear life. Even in his own suit, his erect prick smacked repeatedly against his tight-as-fuck abs.
"Yeah and tonight, after dinner I want you back here in my office. Seven-thirty sharp. Gonna throw you up onto this desk and mount your beefy ass, guy."
"MMMph!" More wet mumbling came from Mike's cock-stuffed mouth.
Packard extracted his long manmeat. "You ever been fucked, Henderson?"
Mike stared at the spit-coated shaft pulsing wildly in front of him. So huge. Veins criss-crossed the girth of that monster and the helmet head flared wildly. Michael Fitzgerald Henderson was being taken by a real man.
"No, senator." He reached forth to lick the juiced-up head, drooling with precum, but after two quick swipes, Packard swiveled back to remove the powerful cock from Mike's reach.
"Well, I want to you to go out during lunch and buy some lube." He breathed deeply as he stared down into the young man's ice blue eyes. "You pick the brand, I'm not picky. Just get the biggest size bottle you can find. I wanna break you in nice and slow tonight..."
Gripping the base of his mammoth cock, he swung it to the side then with full force hit the side of Mike's boy-next-door face with his turgid phallus.
"Ugh!" Mike groaned, fighting back the near-orgasmic feelings sweeping across his body.
Now it hit his other cheek. The prick was sticky, hard and wet and clung for a second to Mike's soft skin before pulling back for another swing.
"Yeah, take it, fucker!" Packard growled, his nostrils flaring with each dick slap.
Hungrily, Mike reached into the fly of the senator's suit and pulled out the pair of giant balls clinging to the underside of the man's shaft. He wasted no time licking the fine orbs and trying to stuff them into his mouth one at a time. All the while he could feel the heat and the lubricating fluid from the man's horned up dick against his face.
Jeff Packard, power broker and family man extraordinaire could take no more. "Shit, kid, I'm gonna blow." Pulling his aching prick back and down he took aim at the fresh intern's open mouth and shoved forward. He couldn't restrain himself and be easy on Mike.
He thrust hard and deep, massaging the very recesses of Mike's cocksucking throat. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted rhythmically as he heaved in violent fuckthrusts and shot high and deep into Mike's gullet.
The kid wasn't far behind. His football-strong hands gripped the senator's wool-clothed thighs like talons and he spread his legs as his overheated cock fired twelve times into the crotch of his suit.
...
Ten minutes later, Mike Henderson was crammed into a phone booth, his hair disheveled and his foreheard covered in the sheen of sweat.
"Hey, Dad, great news, I got the aide position! ... Yeah, I'll be coming home real late tonight, they need me to stay and help prep for tomorrow's session."
After he told his father he had to go back to work and hung up, Mike thought of the fuck session that awaited him that evening. He wanted to see Senator Packard out of his power suit. Gripping the still-hard dick in the front of his trousers and squeezing hard, he grunted and tossed his head back as more thick semen shot forth and added to the sticky, warm juice that was already soaking through the boxers and seeping into the crotch of his wool pants.
"Fuck, yeah," the ex frat boy muttered before getting back to the senator's office.